House

In the interest of personal comfort it is recommended that you take a moment to personally empty bodily cavities before proceeding with todays Quadra-Smell™ enhanced tale.
The tale you will imminently experience is a long one and may require additional concentration and refreshment - please reset your mirth counter now.

This is Earth, Earth mk2, bigger better and 5% more real than real thing.

See it around you, smell it, feel it ...realer than the real thing, but better than an imitation 

- THIS is mk2 the upgrade!  The Digitally Enhanced, Interactive and Eco-Friendly version.

In Earth mk2 even the most mundane and routine task can become a life of death struggle 

- like a Scrabble match with a homicidal maniac who has an inferiority complex.

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Hello,
A few months ago I wrote a little draft story, it was only a few paragraphs long and needed development so I put it to the back of my mind and let it simmer.  ...an attempt to expand on one of the elements of the story ended in a completely new unrelated story and an unlikely character.
The character was a house and the story was Set Sail Upon..

But the initial story still demands to be told as short so I shall once more expand upon it for your enhanced pleasure  ^_^
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There once was a boy who lived in a small house in a big city by the sea.
His family for one reason or another decided it was time to pack up and find a new house to call home, so they gathered their things and drove out in to the country...

The journey was a long one.
The journey was so long the boy fell asleep and when he awoke he had no idea where his old city was, all he knew was it was as far from the sea as any town could be.
The journey continued.
They passed field after field for miles and miles, occasionally passing a solitary house by the roadside.
After a while the boy noticed there were no other vehicles traveling in the direction they were.

The world continued to fly by for a further hour before the car started to slow and houses started to appear.  Brightly painted houses with decorated exteriors...


As the journey continued the country road transformed its self in to a small town and a large sigh come in to view by the roadside signaling they had arrived.

Welcome To Strómael Winds

As he looked around guessing at what house was theirs he noticed something about the houses, they all had anchors outside the doors...

He asked his father, who explained that some people like to decorate the outside of the houses as well as the inside. His Father also explained that some towns have traditions and customs that can look strange to city folk at first but he would get used to life in the country.

The car continued on at a slow page as it located its destination, finally stopping outside a the orange door of a detached house on the outskirts of Strómael Winds. 

By the side of the door, like every other house and building in the town, a large anchor. - Their one was painted black.

The family settled in to their new surrounding quickly and it wasn't long before the boy was enrolled in the local school.  At the weekends he would catch the bus in to town, never taking notice of the bus stop anchor or the shop anchors as he rode in to town to visit the cinema. - which also had an anchor.

In fact the boy was completely oblivious to the fact that every single building in the town had its own anchor.

One day while returning from the cinema the boy decided to do something nice for his mother, who was ill with a cough.  He decided to tidy his room.

Tidying his room was a lot easier and quicker than he expected and when he was done he decided to try tidying something else...  The living room, the kitchen, the garden.

The garden didn't really need tidying but he gave it a go all the same and when he was done he decided to walk around to the front of the house to see if there was anything he could do there...

There wasn't.
Apart from maybe give the anchor a clean give the front steps a fresh coat of coloured chalk.

The weather made the decision for him. Rain clouds began to position themselves above the small town and drizzle chalk dissolving liquid over Strómael Winds and its inhabitants,

He decided to give the anchor a clean.

The boy had never cleaned an anchor before but assumed water from the kitchen tap would be better than rain water so set about dragging the anchor in side.

Once they were both inside, the skies opened up and a thunderstorm began making its way over the distant hills and towards the little town.

With the anchor now in the kitchen, mother asleep up the stairs, and the storm brewing outside the boy started cleaning the family anchor.

Father returned soon after and asked how the anchor got in to the kitchen and why everything in the house was wet.

Father then informed the boy they were all expected in town for a town meeting.

The boy made his way to his parents bedroom, minus the anchor which was still stuck in the kitchen doorway, to inform his mother.

Some thirty or so minutes they are in the town hall and the mayor is announcing that a big one is expected and that school will be closed for the next few days,

The adults talk for a while as the boy amuses himself in the corner of the room with the other town children.

One of the adults mentions the anchors, which gets the boys parents quite excited.

The family rush back to their car and it screeches of in the direction of their home.

When they arrive all they find is a house sized patch in the grass where it should have been.  -  it blew away.

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